Posts Tagged Ballard Is Dead
#RetweetThursday: A Month of Pig Sniffles, Comedy Love, and Sad Departures
Posted by mistergroonk in Digital Share, Interviews, Twitter on April 30, 2009
This is what April brings.
Collected below are the 10 best thoughts, links and notions from the minds of those we follow. They clearly have more to share/say than we do.
- RT @deepeight: Cracked provides subtitles for the Billy Bob/Q interview. http://tinyurl.com/c2qbjn
- Retweet @drtiki Swine Flu source revealed http://imgur.com/27K39.jpg #Aporkalypse
- RT @danwhnt seen this?: http://tweetingtoohard.com/top
- RT @rstevens: Fun Fact: People who hate Twitter also tend to hate fun, cookies and kittens.
- RT @Agent_M: Today’s #zombietalk topic (via @TheSwagger): What songs would you listen to while battling the zombie hordes?
- Retweet @warrenellis you will all drink from my science udders before this world is done
- RT @davidwain: Hey guess what it’s finally really happening! http://www.the-state.com
- RT @slashfilm: I love Chuck Palahnuik’s explanation of trying to write during Writers Block: http://bit.ly/Qw5Ef
- RT @caseymckinnon: I wish more sketch comedy web series aspired to be like Kids in the Hall instead of Jackass.
- Retweet @bremxjones “My advice to anyone in any field is to be faithful to your obsessions…” JG Ballard, RIP.
As an added bonus, and because we like it so darn much, the Cracked:What They Really Meant: The Billy Bob Thornton Tantrum, lay below the cut.
J.G. Ballard (1930 – 2009)
Posted by mistergroonk in Books, People Who Died on April 22, 2009
Before the success of Empire of the Sun Ballard was known principally for darkly surreal novels such as The Crystal World (1966), which described a West African country undergoing an inexplicable process of petrifaction, and Crash (1973), in which he put forward the idea that modern society finds traffic accidents erotic. Despising the term science fiction, Ballard never used it, preferring to describe his work as “apocalypticâ€.
You must follow the Telegraph’s link to learn the rest.
Sadly, the only works in which we were familiar when Ballard was alive was Empire of the Sun, and that was the Spielberg version. In our youth, that movie was Atlas readjusting his footing. It forever shifted our world vision.
Knowing now what we do about the loss of so much rich material when translating a book to the movie format, we feel a moral imperative to absorb all his apocalyptic visions.




